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Relocated

My versions of Tramp and Tobias have been relocated to here

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sisinisawa:

Jasiri’s careless behavior eventually caught up to her, and so as she prepared another leap, a small amount of the path collapsed beneath her. as she slipped she forced herself into a sitting posiition, trying to keep herself from landing on her back. and just like that she was sliding down the hill; while it wasn’t really pleasant to slide down like that… she wasn’t really getting that hurt and… as soon as she got all the way down, it was clear things could’ve gone much worse.

“Jasiri!” Tramp yelped, scrambling to get back down to her. She could have gotten seriously hurt. Quickly but carefully, so he didn’t cause another avalanche, he leaped back down and landed at her side, checking her over. 

“You okay?”

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TOBIAS HUMMED softly as he watched over the kids running around and screaming to their friends about candy. Many of them were dressed up rather cutely. He kept an eye on the teens who seemed like they would cause trouble and skipped over the ones who were clearly just enjoying their, likely, last trick-or-treat Halloween that they got to have. However, if anyone tried to start with them because they were teens, he’d interfere. Everyone deserved a chance to cling to the last shreds of childhood before they had to grow up.

OF COURSE, he was in costume as well. Flynn Ryder. He thought it was particularly fitting.

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TRAMP WASN’T exactly a big fan of doggy costumes, but he couldn’t refuse little Junior sticking a little jacket-vest-thing on him. It felt awkward on his body, but it put a radiant smile on the little boy’s face. The vest thing was brown and had UPS written on it, with ‘paws’ extending from it with a UPS box sewn to the paws. It occasionally bumped his chin, but it wasn’t as bad as some of the things Tramp had seen out there.

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neverfcrgotten:

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   HEAD NODDED WEAKLY, though she knew that most of the guys actually in modeling weren’t the creepy ones.  It was the ones when she was out and about that approached her without warning that REALLY got under her skin.  Not that Laila ever had the heart to tell them off, usually having to squirm her way out of it or call up a friend like Scott or Ryan.  They were always r e a d y to bail her out if needed.

                      Her attention was distracted by his sudden singing, however, and a brow raised while she watched with a mixture of confusion and amusement.  Ruby lips still pursed together, however, seeming disappointed by one thing.

       “…You need to w a t c h your language.”  There was a small giggle after, however.

“ALRIGHT, I’ll be more careful in the future,” he promised with a small laugh, happy to see her smiling. “Buuut you have to admit I did get you to laugh anyway. You have a cute laugh.” His own smile widened when he looked to her. 

“SORRY for that, though. I should be more proper in front of a lady,” he apologized, taking as deep a bow as he could while seated without 1) banging his head on the counter, or 2) faceplanting into her lap. That would ruin the dapper image he was attempting to set.

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neverfcrgotten:

                   GLAD SHE HAD ONLY HAD WATER the whole evening, she took the piece of gum, unwrapping it to pop it into her mouth.  The explosion of cinnamon flavor was welcomed, though it also seemed to give her a sense of SADNESS returned – finding enjoyment in something during such a time.  So delicate fingers wiped at her eyes again, knowing her mascara p r o b a b l y had to make her look like a raccoon by this point.  Even with her trying to be cautious of the makeup there.

                His nickname granted to her was odd, but Laila didn’t much care to stop it.  It was nice enough, so she instead focused on the question he provided.  It wasn’t bad, she didn’t mind talking about herself, though it would be a lie to say she was as up for it as normal.  “Great when I’m not c r y i n g over an idiot.  I couldn’t ask for a better job…  Attracts all the guys.”

                          A warning.  Don’t think about being after her because of her career.

“WELL, I’m glad it makes you happy when there’s no creepy Gaston guys around,” Tobias remarked softly, hoping he’d be able to cheer her up, “Nooo oooone’s a dick like Gaston, no one’s  gross as Gaston, no one’s head is as far up their ass like Gaston’s!”

NOBODY could resist Disney, especially when it was a roast of villainous characters.

TOBIAS would never want after Laila because of her career. At this point, he wasn’t even thinking about stuff like that. All that was on his mind was making sure she left the bar much happier than when she came in, or at the very least, a little less sad. It sucked babysitting drunk friends when you were a wreck, he knew.

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well

the last three months sucked 

but I’m here, queer, and ready to finally reply like holy shit it’s been so long, I’m sorry dudes

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sisinisawa:

Jasiri saw this as a challenge, and decided to turn this little ‘tour’ into a race. Probably not the smartest idea, considering what path they had chosen, but things would be boring if you didn’t take a daring risk every once in a while. “That can be arranged.”

Having said that, Jasiri swiftly leapt after him. After each leap she would unknowingly move some of the rocks with her back legs, do to the fact that she had to push herself forward.

TRAMP MERELY continued leaping, enjoying the little game they played. It was almost like having dog friends again. Lions were all well and good, but they were too cat-like for his tastes. Jasiri was much more like a dog and just... better.

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abyssofgold:

This wasn’t good. It had been years since the colony had been spotted, and even then it had only been a brief sighting, something that could be written off as somebody’s overactive imagination. They hadn’t worried about it. Time would dull the spotter’s memories, and eventually they’d convince themselves it was something else - an illusion, scuba divers, a hallucination. But naturally, it was harder to argue with a photograph. According to some frantic scouts, the human had snapped a photograph of them at the lip of the canyon, deeper than most hobbyist divers would care to venture. The diver was close enough to see the rise and fall of their chests. He was close enough to spot the burnished scales on their backs, shoulders, and necks, the uneven splotches of gold. He was close enough to know that something was wrong. And so Silas, elected to do the job that nobody else wanted, stalked him from afar, watching the bottom of his boat bob up and down in the water. All he needed was to get close enough to snatch the camera. But first, he had to wait for a clear shot.

TOBIAS HUMMED softly as he carefully put his camera in the boat and then tried to crawl in himself. It took some effort but he made it in, turning immediately to watch the water. If the mer-creatures had spotted him, they might try to come and kill him. Or something. He didn’t know what they would be like and that was terrifying, but there was no way he could observe them without being intrusive. He gnawed absent-mindedly on a granola bar and chugged some water in preparation to go back down. If there wasn’t anything about, he wanted to get some more shots of the fish.

DOWN HE WENT again after refreshing, and he swam over to the reef, taking careful photos. “You guys are beautiful,” he murmured, his voice reverberating in the water through his helmet thing.

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@abyssofgold

IT WAS NO secret that Tobias loved photography. Recently, he’d been interested in the ocean, so he decided to take a mini-vacation and go deep sea diving with a waterproof camera. 

HE NEVER expected to surface with blurry photos of strange mer-creatures and he cursed his luck that he hadn’t gotten a good, clear picture. 

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hey guys I’m still alive, it’s been a trying month and will continue to be trying… looking for new job, paying off college,, trying to get a newer car because my old ass car is breaking down faster than I can earn money to repair it

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neverfcrgotten:

             SHE PONDERED USING THIS OTHER as a good excuse to leave this place.  Pretend that she just couldn’t handle guys at the moment and get far, far away from everything going on.  Tonight was supposed to be a chance to let loose and have FUN with some friends, but Laila was finding that much harder to do than anticipated.  Her heart… was aching far too much at the moment.  The memories were still too fresh for her to handle, and this other t e l l i n g her that Mark talked about her so degradingly only made her feel more stupid and awful.

                            Luckily, he was finally able to change the subject before she peaced out.

          Though the sudden inquiry of gum wasn’t entirely what she expected, and the reveal was somewhat shocking in a way.  He looked almost like that of a con artist or pawner but with gum instead.   She could only b l i n k for a few heartbeats, doe brown eyes confused before she’d gather her voice.  “I… uh… wow, that’s a lot of gum.  I… like cinnamon.”

“CINNAMON girl, huh? Alright, gimme a sec...” He counted the pockets with his free hand, pulling the packet of gum from the 7th one. He slid a piece out and offered it her as he replaced the packet in his jacket. He seriously had a problem, but at least it seemed like she was... better, in a way. Anything was better than angry and sad, though.

“So, Pidge, how’s modeling going for you? Orr should I not talk about that?” he asked, titlting his head slightly like an inquisitive puppy.

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cONTINUES poking repeatedly. she's in a weird mood, good luck.

lip inhale. do not engage. mamybe she’ll leave

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Did you ever have a family or a home or were you born a stray?

TRAMP never liked talking about it. But he would answer the question anyway. “I had a home before I was a stray. From 8 weeks old to my third year of life,” he answered softly.

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Pokes repeatedly.

glares through glasses.

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nycity-kitty:

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“Hunh Hunh Hunh!” The kitten couldn’t help but pant as he raced around a yard. Why was this giant dog chasing him? This place was no better than the alleyways back in New York when he lived on the streets! That was a few months ago though, but why would Jenny pick this place to go on a vacation? Oh, wait. Her parents had another conference, that was why. Oliver couldn’t blame her then.  His tiny paws continued to move as he darted around a corner. “Go away!” he hissed as he backed up against a fence post, puffing up his back to make himself look intimidating. “I-I mean it!” 

NOW, Tramp wasn’t a fan of cats. Especially Aunt Sarah’s cats. But kittens were another story. Generally, wandering kittens meant they lost a home. Tram didn’t like cats, but that didn’t meant they didn’t deserve homes. After spotting the kitten wandering the streets - with a collar, but no owner in sight - Tramp had given chase to try to talk to the kid.

“HEY, hey, calm down there, fluffball,” Tramp said with a chuckle, laying down, “I’m old, I can’t chase you fast fellas anymore. I just wanted to check up on ya. You have a collar on, but you were on the streets without an owner, so I wanted to see if I could help get you home. Or to a new home if you need.”

TRAMP paused to to let the kitten talk. now. He’d tell his story when he was ready.

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streetxcat:

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“DON’T worry. Come on, let’s get you some more water and some food. Do you like scrambled eggs and buttered toast?” he asked, still using a soft voice. He reached out to help her up (or carry her, whichever she needed).

           SHE DIDN’T NECESSARILY need to be carried, but the little girl’s arms wrapped weakly about him to show that she wanted to.  Body was still tired, and lack terribly from loss of nutrition and dehydration.  It was perhaps a MIRACLE that he hadn’t needed to take her to the hospital.  Not yet, at least.  “Uhm…  Can the toast has cinnamon or something?  S’jus’… bland with only butter.  But… but s’fine.  I l i k e eggs, though.”

TOBIAS picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, where he’d already cooked. “I think I could find some cinnamon for you. Miss Winnie loves to cook and has plenty of spices, so I’ll bet she has some,” he said, continuing his soft voice. He didn’t want to startle the young girl. “I think... we should go to the hospital and get you checked out after we eat, though, just to make sure you don’t have something really wrong with you. I want you to be happy and healthy.”

HE DIDN’T have time to care for a kid. He might have the means - he had a fairly nice apartment, but she’d need her own room - and in any case, the social services probably wouldn’t let a single guy in his mid twenties care for a random girl he’d found anyway.

HE COULDN’T deny that he wanted to, though.